Goddess of the spring
Perhaps this is your laughter in the air -
Emerald raindrops, cascading cold glee
Rinsing bare branches, tiny wet kisses.
Shoots of green, sudden, lusty and tender
Eject from wet buds, burst out to the sun,
Pushing up taut, erect for caresses.
High you fly, high and untouchably near
Over the green good earth, wanton and wet
Nakedly careless, primal god-woman
Eager releasing the white surging spring
Grown flowers long necks, tremble to touch
Open mouths gaping, and shivering, taste.
Never to drain you. Mere time sweeps them on.
Earth welcomes summer. Persephone gone.